The Filipino Struggle

Freedom is dead
And the shackles abound;
We’re watched in the stead
of a nameless hound
Whose head lay lifeless
On a monster’s palm
And the leash all caught
On a spikey mound.
Blood flows through
And our fear all grew
Will we be devoured
By the restless shrew?
But he beckons a smile;
And a ray shines bright.
How blinded we were
When we followed the light–
For the path that was paved
Was no more a lie
There were bones on our feet
But our eyes saw high
We didn’t see, we didn’t feel
We looked straight past the hill
Behind us the headless hound
Laid perfectly still
With a shear in my hand
I ran to the light
My feet pushed through air
And I fell past the heights
Death whispered close
And I felt myself float
What a bitter farewell
Goodbye, my abode

-G.B Gab-

They Never Told Us

They told us to face our fears

But they never told us that

fear was just a mask and the face hiding beneath it was failure

They told us to chase our dreams

But they never told us

why our dreams were running away from us

They told us that time flies

But they never told us that time has broken wings

They told us to fall inlove

But they never told us that love was a bottomless pit

They told us to take a leap of faith

But they never told us that faith was the fall

They told us to reach for the mountain top

But they never told us that

the peak was nothing but gray skies and fog

They told us to keep moving forward

But they never told us about the road ahead

They told us to live life to the fullest

But they never told us that

life was impossible to be filled

They told us about the goal

They told us about the prize

They told us about the finish line

But they never told us how terrifying the journey is

They told us all of these

But they never told us

about the ugly truth that lies beyond

Thank You

To those who lit my fire
when I was losing light

To those who gave me reasons to appreciate life

To those who gave me wings enabling me to fly

To those who stayed and loved me
despite my complicated mind

Thank you.

For you saw in me a masterpiece
When all I ever saw
was an empty canvass

~ dedicated to kassy

I Have No Idea

Why is it that everytime
I write

there’s always this moment where everything begins to pause

Like making an important document then suddenly your computer shuts down

Is it because

i’ve been distracted with this video game I’m playing?

where in
You thought you were the hero but then it turns out you were the villain all along.

Sounds familiar huh?

Seems like my life isn’t that much different from this stupid game

Or maybe

It’s because
I’ve been staring at the ceiling for three straight hours?

thinking about
Gods
Pirates
and
Pixie dust

I dont know..

Maybe I was simply sitting here completely blank

But looking at this piece of paper
while I sit in this table at 2 am with nothing
but a mug filled with coffee and a scrambled mind

I realize..

I actually wrote something

Is this what being a writer truly mean?

Turning zero into infinity

Turning petty rocks into diamonds

Turning copper into gold

Turning dust into galaxies

Turning scribbles into a masterpiece?

Thinking about all this..

i’m lost once again

I have no idea what point i’m trying to make

Did it make sense?

What’s the pause again?

I have no idea.

I let my thoughts go wild like a hungry beast
and
my heart bleed every word possible

And honestly

I think that’s all that ever matters

Pieces

You break your fragile heart

again and again

Just to fill in the pieces she had lost

But does she even need fixing?

Or does she want

someone elses pieces

to fill the void inside of her heart

Rainbow

Make the world your stage and walk it like a runway

Know that being true to yourself isn’t a sin

Dont let the ignorant crowd make you lose your magnificence

Show them the real you and let your true colors be seen

there is nothing for you to be ashamed of

keep your head up and be proud

Because in a world where everything is either black or white

you chose to be a rainbow

Am I Insane?

The people who call themselves “normal”
call people like me “insane”

I wonder why

Am I insane for letting my emotions flow freely?

Am I insane for letting my imagination go wild?

Am I insane for having fun even though everything isn’t alright ?

Am I insane for creating beauty out of chaos?

Am I insane for making magic with my words?

Am I insane for turning hell into a masterpiece?

Am I insane for being different?

Am I insane because of this?

If insanity is synonymous to being real,  free , creative , hopeful, beautiful and awesome

Then I’d be more than glad to be called insane

While all of you “normal” people
living boring lives
can keep calling yourselves “sane”

Why

We fight and bleed

Lose pieces of ourselves and bear the pain

For loving those who wouldn’t return the favor

We love beyond our limits for those who wouldn’t do the same

we love and we keep on loving until we love beyond love itself

 
So why the hell is it so hard for us

 

To love the person we see
everytime we look in the mirror

 

Why the hell Is it so hard for us

 

To love ourselves

The Loneliest People

Maybe

the loneliest people

aren’t those sitting in the corner

hiding behind closed doors

Maybe

the loneliest people

Are those in crowded places

hiding in plain sight

Trying to be accepted

Trying to fit in

 

Tonight

Tonight

I finally buried the skeleton in my closet

forgiven all those ghosts from the past

made friends with the monster under my bed

And shook hands with my demons at last

 

 

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! 😀